[Despite what he's said, his breath still catches at the feeling of Wriothesley's hand on him. His pupils dilate, eyes going lighter as his bright pupils widen.] Who am I to argue such sound logic?
[There's a waver in his tone as he struggles to maintain some semblance of control. He shifts closer, sliding up to practically sit on Wriothesley's chest, well within reach of both his hands and, with a bit of a reach, his mouth.
Neuvillette, for his part, doesn't seem to be paying any mind to whether they're moving again or not.]
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[There's a waver in his tone as he struggles to maintain some semblance of control. He shifts closer, sliding up to practically sit on Wriothesley's chest, well within reach of both his hands and, with a bit of a reach, his mouth.
Neuvillette, for his part, doesn't seem to be paying any mind to whether they're moving again or not.]